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Red on her hands |
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Remembers the blood they used to share |
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Bleeding again |
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Too many wounds she could not mend. |
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Bullet in hand |
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It's just not the gaze without the stare |
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Washes her hands and nothing remains the same in here. |
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If only you could be |
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Some where else inside of me. |
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Wake me up |
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I'm dead Is it something that |
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I said? Red in your hands |
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Know that |
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I could just not pretend |
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Bleeding again and again |
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Too many wounds she could not mend |
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Bullet in hand |
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Nothing remains the same in here. |
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If only you could be |
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Some where else inside of me |
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If only you could be |
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Some where dead inside of me. |
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Wake me up |
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I'm dead Is it something that |
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I said? If only |
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I could be somewhere else. |
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Wake me up |
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I'm dead Is it something that |
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I said? |
